Mama Papa both live here,
Yet they glare and disappear.
Let this be a misconceive;
If only it were true honey.
Could love be paper-mache,
Fragile as their sweet soufflé.
Last year it was New Year's day,
Mama chose to slip away.
Might this be the true sad end;
May godsend help comprehend.
Papa never did intend;
He could not suspend his spend.
Papa shopped and bought it all:
Coveralls and Clara's doll.
He was stressed and had a thought:
"I ought to buy that flowerpot!"
Normal people would just eat,
Eat until they fall asleep.
Not Papa he was not that
He was a plump jungle cat!
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